The countess reached for the bell pull. “I’ll order some tea for us, Miss Greenleaf.”

“You should get along famously. You’re both reformers,” said Trevor. He looked at Lucy while nodding in Lady Blackstone’s direction and said, “Abolition.” Then he did the reverse and said, “Rights for women.”

And drat the man if he didn’t then stride out without even a glance back, leaving her standing in her ill-fitting dress, facing the prospect of tea with an abolitionist countess.